SHE AND I

There she stood

Her gaze scrutinizing my face

Not but inches from

Where I was.

Her features dimmed

Due to improper lighting,

Yet, with each freckle prominent,

Her hair in a disarray,

Each strand visible to the naked eye,

Her dark eyes steady,

Eyebrows furrowed in deep thought,

She stood there uncertainly.

With a comb, she set her hair,

Turned the tap,

Splashed water on her face,

Dried herself,

Then a liner lighted her eyes

And after a dab or two

Of creams, powders and colours,

She looked up at me

For confirmation.

We both nodded.

With that she straightened her clothes,

Straightened her back,

Held up her chin

And smiled.

Only I could read her eyes:

“Who cares about you?”

They seemed to say,
“All they want is me.”

Hence,

I turned my back to the mirror

And walked away.

By- Manny D